Page 78 of One Foggy Christmas
I shake my head. “I’m not the type of woman who’d be obsessed with a man. In this thing, I think your memory is failingyou.”
“I would believe you or maybe question myself, except I have three years’ worth of data to pull from that proves otherwise.”
“Like what? I mean, besides the obvious that I married you.”
“You kissed me first.”
My mouth drops open. “I did not!”
“You did.” He smirks. “I was kind of bummed about it—notbummed.I’d been dying to kiss you for months, but I just wanted that masculine moment where I dip you and kiss thecrap out of you. You took that moment from me because you were so obsessed.”
I roll my eyes, unsure if I believe a word coming out of his mouth.
“I’d give you a few more examples of your obsession, but I don’t want to embarrass you.”
“That’s just your excuse since you have nothing else to say.”
“Trust me.” He gazes at me with glimmering green eyes. “A highlight reel plays in my mind every night.”
I push his arm. “Oh my gosh!”
He leans away, laughing, and I feel like if we can’t be lovers, maybe we could at least be friends.
But in my heart, I know Nash would never be satisfied with just friends.
And I might not ever want more.
NASH
I stickto the corner of the Bradleys’ family room as I wait for Sadie to come downstairs. It’s their annual neighbor bash, where every family on their street is invited to their home for cider and desserts. I thought this was a casual get-together, but I’m quickly learning with each guest that arrives how underdressed for the occasion I am. Jeans and a flannel button-up are not party attire in Central New York. I think the last lady that arrived came in a fur coat—tacky but fancy. I thought about changing, but I want to be here for Sadie when she comes down. Something like this might be overwhelming for her.
“Why are you hiding in the corner?” Annie smirks as she joins me. “Are you nervous about the Roeshines coming tonight?”
I drop my brows, faking indifference. “Who are the Roeshines again?”
“You’re hilarious.”
If things had been different between Sadie and her family, I feel like Annie and I could’ve been good friends and in-laws.
“Why would I be nervous to meet Stetson’s family? I’m not the one who broke their son’s heart.”
“Yeah, but you're the one who stole Sadie away.”
“Nah.” I sip my warm cider. “Sadie is the one who should feel uncomfortable, but thanks to her memory loss, she doesn’t know what she doesn’t know.”
“So true.” Annie holds her glass up, agreeing with me.
“I doubt Stetson’s parents would be mean to her about something that happened three years ago, anyway.”
Annie leans in like an old friend you gossip with. “The big question is, does Stetson come alone tonight or bring a date?”
My brows climb halfway up my forehead. “Stetson is coming?”
“Yeah, he always does. I assumed you knew that.”
“I just figured a street party with his parents’ neighbors on a Sunday night wouldn’t be a top priority.”
Annie shoots me a wry smile. “Look who’s nervous now.”
